Standing in the corner, facing away from everything.
Missing everything there is in life, focused on nothing.
A sorry fate awaits those who live thus, yet so many do.
A PTSD of sorts, a society wide symptom of abuse.
Feeling alienated by anyone and everything, good or bad.
What emotion is left for us to experience, other than sad.
We are a people of plenty, bereft of the experience of abundance,
We've not yet learned that having many things is an encumbrance.
Wanting a thing, is not the same as having that thing.
In most cases wanting was sweet; having, it has a sting.
Our problems stem, I think, from the fact that we don't think.
We don't prepare, nor store up wisdom; we react in a blink.
It's one thing to snatch your hand from the pain,
A far different thing when the knee jerk hits the groin.
“Standing in the Corner”
A Sonnet
by
Jerry E Smith
©05/15/2021
image by
Adolfo Félix
Missing everything there is in life, focused on nothing.
A sorry fate awaits those who live thus, yet so many do.
A PTSD of sorts, a society wide symptom of abuse.
Feeling alienated by anyone and everything, good or bad.
What emotion is left for us to experience, other than sad.
We are a people of plenty, bereft of the experience of abundance,
We've not yet learned that having many things is an encumbrance.
Wanting a thing, is not the same as having that thing.
In most cases wanting was sweet; having, it has a sting.
Our problems stem, I think, from the fact that we don't think.
We don't prepare, nor store up wisdom; we react in a blink.
It's one thing to snatch your hand from the pain,
A far different thing when the knee jerk hits the groin.
“Standing in the Corner”
A Sonnet
by
Jerry E Smith
©05/15/2021
image by
Adolfo Félix